Making the Most of It
Relationship: Marty Good/OC!Marie
Rating: 18+ ONLY, Explicit
Warning: Unprotected sex; Penetration (penis in vagina)
Summary: Marty tells his girlfriend, Marie, that he's leaving in two days. So, they have the make the most of their last night together.
Author's Note: This took so incredibly long to finish. Like nearly 2 years long, but here it finally is!
Words: 1,762
The raindrops hitting the window pane were the only thing keeping Marty from losing his mind. He had just told his girlfriend, Marie, he was being shipped to the other side of the globe. When he first told her that he had some news yesterday, she didn’t know what she was expecting, but it definitely wasn’t this.
“Will you say something? Anything?” Marty begged. She hadn’t said anything in several minutes. She just sat, staring at her plate, having lost her appetite. At least he had the decency to wait toward the end of the meal to tell her.
“What do you want me to say?” she asked, keeping her eyes down. “I- what- what can I say?” She knew what she was signing up for getting involved with a military man, but she never planned on falling so hard for him. Nor did she expect him to be leaving so soon. “When- when are you leaving?”
“Two days.”
“How long have you known?”
“I found out yesterday. You’re the first person I wanted to tell. Haven’t even spoken to my folks yet,” he told her.
“Then maybe you should ring your mother. You might be able to see her before you leave.” Standing up, Marie carried her plate to the trash can to toss what was left. He watched her for a moment before getting up and carrying his empty plate to the sink. The silence killed him. Normally, he couldn’t get her to stop talking, but now he couldn’t get her to start.
“Thank you for dinner.”
“You’re welcome,” she spoke barely above a whisper.
“Are you mad at me?” he asked, earnestly. He had no clue what was going on in her head. She hadn’t looked at him in what felt like forever.
“No,” she replied, knowing that if she even glanced at him, she might break down. She was in love with him. Hoping he felt the same way, but neither had uttered those three little words yet.
“It feels like you are,” he replied.
“I’m not mad at you.” Pushing past him, she placed her plate in the sink. The clink of their plates hitting each other felt louder than it actually was. “I should get these done. You should call your mother,” she told him.
“All of that can wait. Will you talk to me? Tell me what going on in that head of yours?” he asked. She didn’t respond. “Would you look at me, Doll?” He lifted her chin so that their eyes met. As expected her eyes welled up. “I’m sorry.”
“What are you sorry for? This isn’t your fault. Yes, I’m upset. Of course I am, but not at you,” she spoke through tears. “I always knew it could happen. You enlisted to serve and now you are. I was just hoping- I don’t know. I was hoping we’d have more time together. It’s not fair.”
“I know,” he replied. Kissing her softly, his hands found solace on her waist. She pulled back, looking at him.
“Marty-” She pulled back, looking at him. He was the most handsome man she’d ever met. Gorgeous brown eyes with hints of gold and green. A charming smile that could talk her into almost anything. He grabbed her face, cradling her as if his hands were made specifically to do so.
“Tonight is my last night to spend with you. That’s why you’re the first person I wanted to tell. I could have driven to see my mother, but then I wouldn’t have been able to see you. I wouldn’t have been able to kiss you.” He kissed her. “Hold you.” He dropped his hands from her face to her hips. “I just want to make love to you,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to hers. Giving in to desire, she kissed him. He was right. They only had tonight so they might as well make the most of it.
Making their way to Marie’s bedroom, he fumbled with the buttons on the front of her dress. Eager hands made for clumsy hands. Giving up, he untied his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, discarding it on the floor, soon to be joined by the rest of his uniform.
“Marty.” Marie looked at him with hesitation.
“Yes, Doll.”
“Promise me you’ll come back to me.”
“You know I just want you,” he replied.
“Promise me.”
“I promise if I make it back home, you will be the first person I see,” he vowed. With that assurance, Marie took off her dress, letting it fall to the floor. Immediately covering her body with her arms, she sied away from him. “You don’t need to be shy with me.”
“I- I’ve never-” stuttering on her words, she looked away from him, embarrassed.
“That’s okay.” He lifted her chin. “We’ll take it slow,” he promised, pulling off his tank top. “Come on, Marie.” Grabbing her arms, he pulled them away from her body. “You are beautiful. You don’t have to hide yourself. Not from me.” Peppering kisses from her lips to her collarbone, he evoked a new feeling, something Marie had never experienced. His lips against her skin sent electricity through her body.
“Marty,” she breathed out.
“Mhm.” Pulling back, he looked at her. His eyes were blown out with lust. “What is it, sweetheart?”
“I’m nervous. I- I don’t know what to do. I- I don’t want to disappoint you,” she told him.
“You could never disappoint me. Like I said, we’ll take it slow. It’s just you and me. Alright?” he asked. She nodded. Slowly, she pushed the straps of her brassiere off her shoulders. He smiled, watching with greedy eyes as she unhooked the back of her bra. Dropping it, she left her chest exposed to him. She could feel her heart pounding. Removing her panties in what felt like the most unsexy way, she looked at Marty for his reaction, but he didn’t seem to agree with her. “You are beautiful. Can I touch you?” he asked.
“Y- yes, you can touch me,” she replied. Caressing her breasts, he rubbed her nipples with his thumb. Another new sensation she’d never even thought to explore. Sensitive to his touch, she let out an involuntary moan. He’d barely touched her and already she was putty in his hands. Kissing her, he walked her backward to the bed, until her legs hit it.
“I can’t take it anymore. I need to make love to you,” he told her. “I’ll make you feel really good.”
“Yes,” she breathed out in response.
“Just lay down. I’ll take care of the rest,” he assured her. Laying down, she waited for him. She’d been jealous of the rumors of his prior bedroom conquests, but in that moment she was grateful that he knew what he was doing because she sure didn’t. He was the first person, the first man to see her naked, Removing his pants and shorts, he stood before her in nothing but his dog tags and watch. He climbed on top of her. “Are you ready?” he asked. His dog tags were cold against her chest.
“Yes. I think so.” She nodded.
“Okay.” He kissed her, distracting her from his hand between her legs, collecting her slick. There was plenty of it.
“Marty,” she moaned. He couldn’t believe how sensitive she was.
“I know. Just getting myself ready for you,” he replied, covering his cock in her slick. Without warning, he pushed his cock into her cunt, making her gasp and cover her mouth. “Just breathe through it. Remember, I said we’ll take it slow.”
“Mhm.” She nodded, trusting him. It felt more uncomfortable than good, making her wonder if she was doing something wrong. His thrusts languished as he tried to make her as comfortable as possible.
“That feel okay?” he asked.
“I thought it would hurt,” she admitted. “I was told it would.”
“I would never hurt you,” he promised. Kissing her, he sped up his movements, the discomfort dissolving into pleasure.
“Oh, God,” she moaned.
“Feels good?” he asked. She nodded eagerly. “Good.” He groaned, snapping his hips into hers. “You’re doing- so good.” The room was filled with lewd sounds and moans. Normally, she’d be worried if her neighbors could hear, but she was too lost in ecstasy to care. Nothing else mattered to her but him at that moment.
“I love you, Marty,” she told him. But it fell on deaf ears as he was too distracted, burying himself deeper into her. “Oh, right there.” She held onto his bicep as he continued to hit her sweet spot. She’d always imagined her first time much differently, but this was better than she could ever have imagined. “Marty.” Cupping his cheek with her hand, she tried pulling his attention. He looked at her smiling.
“You look like a dream, Doll.”
“I love you, Marty,” she repeated. The droplets of sweat on his brow and the way his slick-back hair was now wild was a sight to behold.
“I love you, too.” He kissed her desperately. The power of his thrusts became more forceful. “Oh, Marie,” he moaned against her lips. “I love you,” he repeated. Having never seen this side of him, she enjoyed watching him give himself completely into bliss. “You feel incredible, Doll. So good.” She pulled him by his dog tags into a kiss, arching her body into his. With every snap of his hips, it sent her closer to euphoria. Moaning, she was hit with a sort of intoxication she’d never felt before.
“God, Marty,” she cried.
“I know, Doll. Almost there,” he told her. “Almost.” He groaned. “You are so-” He kissed her, slowing his thrusts. “Marie” Moaning as he climaxed, he rolled off of her, laying down beside her.
“Wow.”
“Good wow or bad wow?” he asked.
“Just wow. I-”
“Was it unpleasant?” he asked, concerned.
“No. It was a little comfortable at first, but it was- it was good.” She looked at him. “Did I do a good job?” Her question made him laugh.
“You were amazing,” he assured her, kissing her. She took a deep breath. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” she smiled. “I just hate that you’re leaving.”
“Me too. But I’ll write to you every chance I get,” he promised. “And I hope you’ll write back.”
“I will.” She caressed his cheek.
“You are so gorgeous, I wish I could take a photo and take it with me.”
“Maybe I can get some photos taken and send you.”
“I’d like that,” he kissed her again.